It probably didn't hurt that neither of them was quite besotted. They barely knew each other, so she could keep mostly level headed about what was going on. When the kiss broke, Tenshi's lips tingled a little and she had to blink once or twice before she realized what it was that was asked of her. Another swallow and she nodded, taking a step back.

She almost, almost, did this in the most decidedly unsexy fashion imaginable. For just a moment she was reaching to yank her top off, but then she remembered that they were putting on a show, or maybe she just realized that maybe Musashi wanted a bit of a show herself. Whatever it meant, she took her time drawing her top up and revealing her bare stomach first, the white-lace lingerie over her breasts showing at the edge of the fabric. Shimmying and swaying, she managed a smile over at Musashi, looking just a bit roguish before she pulled it the rest of her way off and setting her hat on top of her top.

"Perhaps you'd like to help me with this?" she breathed out, one finger gesturing to her back. Sure, she could unsnap her bra, but why not let the other help?